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Matchstick Blues

by RollCageMary

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angelofthemoon This album feels like an old classic. Rollcage Mary captured the essence of Arklahoma into memorable melodies that are cozy and honor the roots he grew from.
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Windence Roll Cage has such an incredible and unique voice. Everything he plays is gold to the ears!!
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1.
You had to dance with Devil son To spin this rhapsody Where ya gonna go when Jesus comes When you won't bend the knee? I've been burned by the fire and rod To spin this rhapsody And I'll go forth by the grace of god But still won't bend the knee A rolling drum shining horns Chooglin pain On some tracks so worn well I could have sworn that the lord was called To spin this rhapsody Bird in the hand two fish on a rod Still won't bend the knee Struck like lightnin' from the seat of god To spin this rhapsody I never give it a second thought Still won't bend the knee A rolling drum shining horns Chooglin pain On some tracks so worn well As the blood flowed down into the stream I put my hands to god Eyes began to gleam You had to dance with Devil son To spin this rhapsody Where ya gonna go when Jesus comes When you won't bend the knee? I've been burned by the fire and rod To spin this rhapsody And I'll go forth by the grace of god But still won't bend the knee A rolling drum shining horns Chooglin pain On some tracks so worn well
2.
I rode in to Vicksburg Mississippi I'd come down from Ft Smith Arkansas And met an ole grave robber on the banks down by the river A snake up on a casket 'hind his door the gates of hell I said oh well If I'm gonna lose Drug abuse Matchstick blues Spark and smoke and flame Got family round there and I know they kinda miss me But I've been around seen some things they never saw And tried hard fit this rounder in the square that you all sold hell Sat down on an old stump a felt that I failed I know I'd settle For My slice of pie In the by an by But please don't lie And tell me this spit is rain Turns out it was hope, and waiting round that kills me I've looked around a seen a world that wants to brawl revolver stowed by my side and always prepped for trouble never in the wrong ..Its the tolling of the bell I can't quell The urge to run Follow the sun Live by the gun I might regret that one day I rode in to Vicksburg Mississippi I'd come down from Ft Smith Arkansas And met an ole grave robber on the banks down by the river A snake up on a casket 'hind his door the gates of hell I said oh well If I'm gonna lose Drug abuse Matchstick blues Spark and smoke and flame
3.
Poor old Reverend Moore Three rounds from a 44 No less No more Young Maybelle he adored Lay dead on the alter floor No less, No More If you took her life You're going down in the dirt Where the bones reside No less no more The truth I can't ignore Half drunk from the night before No Less No more A worried look was worn Hand placed on a book and swore No less No more If what you say's a lie You're going down in the dirt Where the bones reside No less no more Before she hit the floor Deaths boat had rowed to shore No less no more Bones rolled round her hand Maybelle do you understand No less no more I know he took your life You're going down in the dirt Where the bones reside No less no more Poor old Reverend Moore Three rounds from a 44 No less No more Young Maybelle he adored Lay dead on the alter floor No less, No More If you took her life You're going down in the dirt Where the bones reside No less no more
4.
Unbound 02:47
A sharpened smile walked through the door Writhe in pain rolling on the floor I feel the devils gonna take one more Picked up six just the night before His head swells up as his pockets start to round Another soul from the battlegrounds Lightning crash and the thunder pounds One more soul to the underground A spit sheened mouth relayin there ain't no other way around One more soul to the underground Unbound One more soul to the underground There weren't no deal weren't no plan No dotted line no pen in hand A little red poke full o dividends Says it pays to keep an eye on them The dead picked up like a shinin' penny found Two more souls from the battlegrounds Lightning crash and the thunder pounds Two more souls to the under ground And seems sad to say it it he had no part to play in this round Two more souls to the underground Unbound Two more souls to the underground Now I can't say if I speak the truth If I speak for god or I speak for you If I speak for him I wish I knew. How many more he will accrue? His head swells up as his pockets start to round Three more souls from the battlegrounds Lightning crash and the thunder pounds Three more soul to the underground A slanted scene is raging with so much wealth to go around Three more souls to the underground Unbound Three more souls to the underground
5.
Banks 02:41
A sudden cold the wind does blow Wave the grasses bends the trees The papers fold there goes my soul Walking down the road from me Walking down the road from me My dear Lucy Bell Her daddy locked me in cell No more will you think of me He tried to put me in the ground Left his pistol laying 'round No more will you think of me A sudden cold the wind does blow Wave the grasses bend the trees The papers fold there goes my soul Walking down the road from me Walking down the road from me The sun had gone down As I headed out of town No more will you think of me Hellhounds on my trail Another bucket down that well No more will you think of me A sudden cold the wind does blow Wave the grasses bend the trees The papers fold there goes my soul Walking down the road from me Walking down the road from me Walking down the road from me
6.
I see no secrets I see no truth All dressed in sequins With red matching shoes You rollin banked stowed Wallet won't do Writ on a tattered Roll in your shoe War rides a red horse Famine on black Savior on a white horse Scratch on his back Ashen was deaths horse Followed by doom Sound of the trumpet Cuts through the room Lives like trinkets Lined on a shelf No one can reach for No one can help A deadened drum beats with Purpose and time One hand moves closer One tows the line I see no secrets I see no truth All dressed in sequins With red matching shoes You rollin banked stowed Wallet won't do Writ on a tattered Roll in your shoe
7.
Fly true my charges and tell The whole world I have fallen Ill I can't be freed or pardoned From pills that I discretely spilled Lost my will Had my fill Laid down on the hill I've left it up to fate, Faith and wispy wills Now had my conscience left there It could be hell I'd have to pay But I'd seen death start stalling Cold hands I'd slipped through for the day I got away A slight delay Another round I'll stay I know when I stopped smiling Lost my teeth for a second time My fault I started piling Old pains that I had left behind Now I find There's a line Gettin harder to define Fly true my charges and tell The whole world I have fallen Ill I can't be freed or pardoned From pills that I discretely spilled Lost my will Had my fill Laid down on the hill I've left it up to fate, Faith and wispy wills Go on by prayer and on wing I've skipped his judgment twice they say I've heard the thirds so charming Old tape that's played till it decays And Fades away Ain't no trace So long to yesterday Fly true my charges and tell The whole world I have fallen Ill I can't be freed or pardoned From pills that I discretely spilled Lost my will Had my fill Laid down on the hill I've left it up to fate, Faith and wispy wills
8.
Shors Bone 02:15
Shors Bone made a run for the timber Shors bone made a run Shors bone made a run for the timber Shoes bone your time has come Shoes bone your time has come Shoes bone your time has come Shors Bone Made a run to remember Shors Bone Made a run Shors Bone Made a run to remember Shors Bone Gonna be someone Shors Bone Gonna be someone Shors Bone Gonna be someone Shors Bone Made run for the river Shors Bone Made a run Shors Bone Made run for the river Clean the trail 'for the hounds come on Clean the trail 'for the hounds come on Clean the trail 'for the hounds come on Shors Bone Made a run for the silver Shors Bone Made a run Shors Bone Made a run for the silver Gambled, drank, lost both his thumbs Gambled, drank, lost both his thumbs Gambled, drank, lost both his thumbs Shors Bone made a run for the timber Shors bone made a run Shors bone made a run for the timber Shors bone your time has come Shors bone your time has come Shors bone your time has come

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released July 6, 2022

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